With all due respect, Ms. Valencia, maturity is relative, not based on gender.
It's a matter of stereotype / average psycholigical differences between males and females in general, which is put under the umbrella as "maturity", for better or worse.
In this case the concept of "
boys and toys", is equivocated with "maturity levels".
A grown woman will likely not look at barbies anymore and think "
ow, cool!".
While a grown man will likely not only look at a remote controlled car and think "
ow, cool!"... no... he likely will actually want to play with it as well.
The OP is probably about more then just boys and their toys, but it's an easy example to illustrate my point.
There's a part of men that never really grows old. There's that permanent boy that stays present, that just wants to play videogames and stuff. That wants to compete with peers one way or the other. Be it in a card game, a video game, "who has the loudest or fastest motorcycle", who can drink most, etc.
This is typical male stuff.
I wouldn't want to change it either. In fact, I wish women would be more like that. There's something liberating about being a 40-year old man and be unapologetic about how much fun you can have in GTA5 or Red Dead Redemption 2. Or how much fun you have playing Lego with your 10-year old son or nephew or whatever.
In fact....... I'ld even question the whole idea that you must "grow up" and be "mature". Sure, as you grow older, you gain new and more responsabilities. You need to pay your taxes, your bills, you need to to what is required at your job, you need to provide for your kids, etc.
But assuming those are taken care off well enough, why shouldn't you find that inner 12-year old and just have fun?
When I was a kid, they used to tell me "
care for these moments, it's the best time of your life".
And indeed, looking back, it was the best time of my life. All fun and almost no responsabilities.
Now I have many responsabilities. But why should that stop me of having fun?
If what I
need to do is done, there is no reason why I couldn't crawl back into my 12-year old self and have fun like santa clause getting high at disney land.
Fun (and love), is what makes life worth living.
(I'm feeling inspired, because I just had this argument over the weekend with my other half who doesn't get how I could play the new and awesome Red Dead Redemption for hours, saying "
you're a grown man, what are you doing playing video games??"
)
